MORE OLD ANGEL MIDNIGHT

Old Angel Midnight the swan of heaven fell

and flew cockmeek

Old Angel Midnight the night onta twelve

Year Tart with the long bing bong

and the big ding dong

The boy on the sandbank blooming the moon,

The sound won’t let me sleep and since I

found out time is silence Manjusri won’t

let me hear the swash of snow no mo

in ole no po

O A M

Oh O M

The old Midnacker snacker tired a twit twit twit

the Mc Tarty long true

The yentence peak peck slit slippymeek twang

twall I’d heerd was flip the hand curse

lead pencil in the shaky desk

Ah ow HURT!

Tantapalii the silken tont retchy swan

bent necky I wish I had enuf sense to swim

as I hear

O lousy tired gal

One more!

Choired arranged silence singers imbibing

belly blum

Wreck the high charch chichipa and get firm

juicy thebest thebest no other oil

has ever heard such peanut squeeze

On top of which you yold yang midnockitwatter

lying there in baid imagining casbah concepts

from a highland fling moorish beach

by moonlight medallion indicative spidergirls

with sand legs waiting for the non-Christian

cock, come O World window Wowf

& BARK!

BARK!

BARK for the girls of Tranatat

Because by the time those two Mominuan monks

with girls & boys in their matted hair pans

sense wind in the flower the golden lord will

turn the imbecile himself into slip paper

Or dog paper

Or that pipe blend birds never peck because

their bills are too hard

That window paper

1961